Dan, My Fling
By Jacob Brackman & Fred Gardner

I said that I felt jailed up
As if our doors were nailed up
I said I needed separate places
Parties, room to move around in
I said I needed my fling
Had to get out and do some other thing
It took me months to calculate
That I had nothing left without you

Dan, my fling is all flung out
Now I've got to fall back on dreams

I thought I'd try and write you
I thought I'd try to phone you
I thought I'd try to tell you
That I smell your hair still on my pillow
But you'd just smile to please me
You'd shake your head , you'd tease me
Remind me it was I who first claimed
That we both required freedom

Dan, my fling is all flung out
Now I've got to fall back on dreams

I'd dream up schemes to meet you
I'd nonchalantly greet you
I'd ask you up for coffee
Anytime you had an hour open
You say you like my hair long
You ask me if I've written any new songs
You'd laugh, you'd turn and cross the street
And leave me dizzy with your laughter

Dan, my fling is all flung out
Now I've got to fall back on dreams

I hear you're leaving this town
You and some girl gonna travel around
You bought a car with fold back seats
You'll camp out by the lakes and forests
I lie alone in our old bed
Your laughter it's echoin' inside my head
I close my eyes, I smell your hair
It's like I haven't slept in years

Dan, my fling is all flung out
Now I've got to fall back on dreams
 

© 1970 Quackenbush Music / Kensho Music, ASCAP